Yesterday my Grandma turned 89.

We went to visit her in the rehab center.  She had quite a few gifts people had dropped by, mostly fuzzy socks and pajamas to keep her comfortable.  There were also two boxes of Girl Scout Samoa cookies.  Mom made her cupcakes and brought a candle so she could blow it out after we sang happy birthday.

She shares a room with another woman.  It was a different woman than last time.  This one was older and sleeping, and she mumbled a lot in her sleep.  Grandma says she sleeps a lot because she's on pain medication.

After the birthday "celebration" Grandma wanted Eli to ride on her lap in the wheelchair out to the lobby.  We sat in front of the bay window while Eli pointed out all the "buhhhhh!" (bugs, in the form of those ladybug-esque beetles that like to hang out in windows).

I like that Eli can see people he doesn't see that often and always be friendly.  After I came home and uploaded this photo I decided to look through "old" photos of Eli and found the first picture of Grandma holding Eli.

This is just an 18 month difference.  ONLY EIGHTEEN months.  It is unbelievable how fast babies grow up, how situations change.  I know I take a lot of pictures of my kid.  I mean, a lot.  I get it.  But I'm afraid to forget.